"I'm telling you Zakarul, it happened!" Spoke the shaking man.

"Well I think you have been drinking too much liquor to know what your name is. Just calm down and drink some harvest ale with me and soon enough you'll forgot you ever thought you saw whatever it is you claimed to have seen" said Zakarul

The shaking man responded, this time louder. "DAMNIT! I have not had a drink at all this night and what I saw I know is true! I was speaking with her, an elven lady, she was trembling and I bent down to see what was the matter. She glared into my eyes, he eyes piercing my very soul. She knew my thoughts, she knew my secrets, and she knew everything about me! Yet, she was as scared as anyone I had ever seen. She knew what I was to say before I said it. And then she disappeared before my eyes. She wore a blue locket. I admit, I was frightened and I ran away. I was at least 2 blocks from her and the locket appeared in my hands from out of nowhere. I have known many mages but I have never seen powers such as this."

Zakarul laughed. "Nonsense! And to be frank your wild story is boring and lacks imagination. We've all heard about the Great War where mortals carried powers of the Gods. But even if you believe those stories, then you know that their powers were taken away. Have some ale lad; take your mind off of this nonsense."

"Perhaps" responded the shaking man. "It must be my imagination." He clasped on to his newly given blue locket and tried to forget that nights events.